Morning Love. (George Weasley)

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George's POV:

I panted as I strode down the halls, passed the class I was supposed to be attending and out the doors, into the courtyard.

I continue to pace through the empty courtyard, and heading onto the grass and further from the school.

My voice repeated incessantly in my head, the last words I'd said to Arabella. Her face as I left her alone.

The betrayal I felt burned through my entire body, my heart racing into more as came to the top of the hill, overlooking the lake and valleys on the outskirts of the school.

My panting caught up with me, falling to the ground defeated.

I told her it was over. I broke up with her.

My worst nightmare had become a reality, the memory of the photos imprinted in my mind causing my blood to boil.

How could she do this to me?

How could she tell me loved me and show her devotion and loyalty, if I never actually had it?

I stared blankly ahead at the water, the conversation on repeat in my head and my thoughts scattered.

I stayed there for a while, the thoughts of the fury I felt of the betrayal, mixed with the sweet memories I had of Arabella.

Her smile, her laugh, her silliness, her kiss... all of which I thought were only for I to truly enjoy.

But instead, all of those fond memories were becoming replaced with the thought of Cedric replacing me in those scenarios.

Holding her, kissing her, making me laugh, touching her...

I gritted my teeth, my skin crawling.

Muffled voices were travelling, as I spun my head to see students filtering out into the courtyard, classes seeming to me over.

How long had I been gone?

I squinted my eyes, noticing Fred's undeniable red hair as he stood in the grass, seeming to also notice me.

I rose to my feet slowly, heading towards to student filled courtyard, Fred also walking towards me.

"George?" he called out as I got closer, "where have you been?"

I didn't respond, looking passed Fred as I recognised a familiar face following close behind him, wearing his yellow tie.

Cedric.

My nostrils flared, my fists instinctively clenching and my pace began to quicken.

Fred noticed, spinning around to see who my eyes were targeting. He turned back to me with his eyes wide, guessing my intentions rather quickly.

I reached Fred, still looking past him.

"George- wait" Fred tried, attempting to grab hold of my arm as I shoved him off, stepping right past him.

Cedric opened his mouth, "George, listen- let me explain-"

I threw a punch directly against his mouth, closing it.

Cedric stumbled back, his hand coming up to press his fingers against his bust lip.

A few students noticed, their conversations coming to a halt as their attentions turned to us.

Cedric persisted, attempting to reach out to me once more, "Hear me out-"

I ignore him, grabbing hold of his cloak and throwing his around, him barely finding his feet.